Why the f*ck these niggas hating on me
Step in designer, got K's on my feet
I walk around with the K imma tweak
(Wock) Off of the drank I get geeked
Told Isaiah he got keys to the streets
Bro send the pack, yeah I'm killing the beats
He wanted smoke so I'm killing the beef
Yeah that's your hoe, but she feeling my meat
I told these niggas my flow is elite
Niggas my sons, they get whooped with Alyx
Yeah, I whip out my belt then
For the gwuala, turn to Sheldon
I put two in his back, Raymond Felton
If my brother locked up, pay that bail then
Yeah, pack came in where the mailman
Yeah, oppositions give 'em hell man
Call up ROP, my Dobermans
These niggas slimey, wearing cobra skin
Rap niggas move like hoes and shit
Put the stick in my girl bag, we toting shit
Nigga hating he ain't reach his goals
Niggas talk shit 'till I meet yo hoe
I got that bitch singing Figaro
Stand on my money I'm fee fi fo
Gold chain look like piss
If I want some diamonds then I call lil Chris
Call up Ayerp, nigga he don't miss
Niggas sipping green, not no actavis
All I see is green bringing all them chips in
Spending that money, nigga so addicting
My wrist presidential, call me Nixon
Pink 30 f*cking up my vision
Yeah, I see red and blue I'm dipping
I'm racing, I'm zooming
I'm pacing, I'm thooming
Yeah, they f*cking with me yeah the movement
Yeah, I'm f*cking on her for amusement
Yeah, I f*ck up a bag I abuse it
Yeah, these niggas can't f*ck with my music
Yeah, like f*ck all that talking let's do it yeah
Like f*ck all that talking let's do it yeah
Why the f*ck these niggas hating on me
Step in designer, got K's on my feet
I walk around with the K imma tweak
(Wock) Off of the drank I get geeked
Told Isaiah he got keys to the streets
Bro send the pack, yeah I'm killing the beats
He wanted smoke so I'm killing the beef
Yeah that's your hoe, but she feeling my meat
I told these niggas my flow is elite
Niggas my sons, they get whooped with Alyx
Yeah, I whip out my belt then
For the gwuala, turn to Sheldon
I put two in his back, Raymond Felton
If my brother locked up, pay that bail then
Yeah, pack came in where the mailman
Yeah, oppositions give 'em hell man
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Why the f*ck these niggas hating on me
Step in designer, got K's on my feet
I walk around with the K imma tweak
(Wock) Off of the drank I get geeked
Told Isaiah he got keys to the streets
Bro send the pack, yeah I'm killing the beats
He wanted smoke so I'm killing the beef
Yeah that's your hoe, but she feeling my meat
I told these niggas my flow is elite
Niggas my sons, they get whooped with Alyx
Yeah, I whip out my belt then
For the gwuala, turn to Sheldon
I put two in his back, Raymond Felton
If my brother locked up, pay that bail then
Yeah, pack came in where the mailman
Yeah, oppositions give 'em hell man
Call up ROP, my Dobermans
These niggas slimey, wearing cobra skin
Rap niggas move like hoes and shit
Put the stick in my girl bag, we toting shit
Nigga hating he ain't reach his goals
Niggas talk shit 'till I meet yo hoe
I got that bitch singing Figaro
Stand on my money I'm fee fi fo
Gold chain look like piss
If I want some diamonds then I call lil Chris
Call up Ayerp, nigga he don't miss
Niggas sipping green, not no actavis
All I see is green bringing all them chips in
Spending that money, nigga so addicting
My wrist presidential, call me Nixon
Pink 30 f*cking up my vision
Yeah, I see red and blue I'm dipping
I'm racing, I'm zooming
I'm pacing, I'm thooming
Yeah, they f*cking with me yeah the movement
Yeah, I'm f*cking on her for amusement
Yeah, I f*ck up a bag I abuse it
Yeah, these niggas can't f*ck with my music
Yeah, like f*ck all that talking let's do it yeah
Like f*ck all that talking let's do it yeah
Why the f*ck these niggas hating on me
Step in designer, got K's on my feet
I walk around with the K imma tweak
(Wock) Off of the drank I get geeked
Told Isaiah he got keys to the streets
Bro send the pack, yeah I'm killing the beats
He wanted smoke so I'm killing the beef
Yeah that's your hoe, but she feeling my meat
I told these niggas my flow is elite
Niggas my sons, they get whooped with Alyx
Yeah, I whip out my belt then
For the gwuala, turn to Sheldon
I put two in his back, Raymond Felton
If my brother locked up, pay that bail then
Yeah, pack came in where the mailman
Yeah, oppositions give 'em hell man
Step in designer, got K's on my feet
I walk around with the K imma tweak
(Wock) Off of the drank I get geeked
Told Isaiah he got keys to the streets
Bro send the pack, yeah I'm killing the beats
He wanted smoke so I'm killing the beef
Yeah that's your hoe, but she feeling my meat
I told these niggas my flow is elite
Niggas my sons, they get whooped with Alyx
Yeah, I whip out my belt then
For the gwuala, turn to Sheldon
I put two in his back, Raymond Felton
If my brother locked up, pay that bail then
Yeah, pack came in where the mailman
Yeah, oppositions give 'em hell man
Call up ROP, my Dobermans
These niggas slimey, wearing cobra skin
Rap niggas move like hoes and shit
Put the stick in my girl bag, we toting shit
Nigga hating he ain't reach his goals
Niggas talk shit 'till I meet yo hoe
I got that bitch singing Figaro
Stand on my money I'm fee fi fo
Gold chain look like piss
If I want some diamonds then I call lil Chris
Call up Ayerp, nigga he don't miss
Niggas sipping green, not no actavis
All I see is green bringing all them chips in
Spending that money, nigga so addicting
My wrist presidential, call me Nixon
Pink 30 f*cking up my vision
Yeah, I see red and blue I'm dipping
I'm racing, I'm zooming
I'm pacing, I'm thooming
Yeah, they f*cking with me yeah the movement
Yeah, I'm f*cking on her for amusement
Yeah, I f*ck up a bag I abuse it
Yeah, these niggas can't f*ck with my music
Yeah, like f*ck all that talking let's do it yeah
Like f*ck all that talking let's do it yeah
Why the f*ck these niggas hating on me
Step in designer, got K's on my feet
I walk around with the K imma tweak
(Wock) Off of the drank I get geeked
Told Isaiah he got keys to the streets
Bro send the pack, yeah I'm killing the beats
He wanted smoke so I'm killing the beef
Yeah that's your hoe, but she feeling my meat
I told these niggas my flow is elite
Niggas my sons, they get whooped with Alyx
Yeah, I whip out my belt then
For the gwuala, turn to Sheldon
I put two in his back, Raymond Felton
If my brother locked up, pay that bail then
Yeah, pack came in where the mailman
Yeah, oppositions give 'em hell man
Writer: Joseph Njoroge
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